Part 63 (2/2)

But this took some time and no little labour, for it was slow, hard work, full of the excitement of speculation; for the net, after enclosing so wide an area, might come in full of fish, or with nothing but long heavy strands of floating weed torn by the waves from the rocks perhaps miles away.

Experience and hints given by the blue-s.h.i.+rted bronzed fishers of the cove had taught the boys when was the best time for shooting the seine, however, so they generally were pretty successful; and as the net was drawn inland the bobbing of the line of corks and sundry flashes told that fish of some kind had been enclosed, when the excitement began.

It was a bright scene that summer's evening, when the sea was empurpled by the reflections of the gorgeous western sky, the smoke from the smelting-house looking like a golden feather.

But neither Gwyn nor Joe had eyes for the beauties of Nature which surrounded the nook where their fathers had made their home, for the excitement of the seine drawing was gaining in intensity.

Dina.s.s, after running up the boat by the help of a couple of the men who had strolled down to see, was hurrying to pa.s.s the boys and wade out with an oar over his shoulder behind the line of corks, ready to splash and beat the water should there, by any chance, be a shoal of mullet within--no unlikely event, for these fish swam up with the tide to feed upon the sc.r.a.ps and odds and ends which came from the village down the little streamlet. And often enough their habit was, when enclosed, to play follow-my-leader, and leap the cork line and get out again to sea.

It was well that the precaution was taken, for upon this occasion a little shoal had been drawn in, to swim about peaceably enough for a time; but when the water shallowed, and their leader found that the wall of net was in its way, a frantic rush was made, and Dina.s.s brought down his oar with a tremendous splash, making them dart in another direction; but there the top and bottom of the net were drawing together, forming a bag into which the shoal pa.s.sed, and their effort to shoot out of the water was frustrated.

Again they appeared at the surface, but the splas.h.i.+ng of the oar checked them; and this happened over and over, till their chance was gone, and, mingled with the other fish enclosed, they swam wildly about, seeking now for a hole or a way beneath the line of leads.

The fish sought in vain; and as the ends of the net were drawn in more and more, Dina.s.s waded behind about the centre of the great bag, taking hold of the cork line and helping it along till the sandy beach was neared, and relieving some of the strain, till slowly and steadily the seine was drawn right up with its load, after cleanly sweeping up everything which had been enclosed, this being a great deal more than was wanted.

For the contents of the net were curious; and as the cork line was drawn back flat on the sands, there was plenty of work for the men to pick off the net the ma.s.ses of tangled fucus and bladder-wrack which had come up with the tide. Jelly-fish--great transparent discs with their strangely-coloured tentacles--were there by the dozen; pieces of floating wood, sc.r.a.ps of rope and canvas, and a couple of the curious squids with their suckers and staring eyes.

All these were thrown off rapidly upon the sands right and left, and then the baskets were brought into play for the gathering of the spoil, while, scurrying away over net and sand, and making rapidly for the water, dozens of small crabs kept escaping from among the flapping fish, strangely grotesque in their actions, as they ran along sidewise, flouris.h.i.+ng their pincers threateningly aloft.

In its small way it proved to be a fortunate haul, including as it did the whole of the little shoal of grey mullet, some three dozen, in their silvery scale armour, and running some three or four pounds weight each.

Then there was nearly a score of the vermilion-and-orange-dyed red mullet, brilliant little fellows; a few small-sized mackerel; a few gurnard, a basketful of little flat fish, and a number of small fry, which had to be dealt with gingerly, for among them were several of the poisonous little weevels, whose sharp back fins and spines make dangerous wounds.

At last all were gathered up; and after giving orders for the seine to be carefully shaken clear and spread out to dry upon the downs, the two lads proceeded to select a sufficiency of the red and grey mullet for home use, and a brace for Sam Hardock, and then made a distribution of the rest, the men from the mine having gathered to look on and receive.

Gwyn and Joe took a handle each of their rough basket, and began to trudge up the cliff path, stopping about half-way to look down at the people below.

”I say, how Tom Dina.s.s enjoys a job of this kind,” said Gwyn, as he turned over their captives in the basket, and noted how rapidly their lovely colours began to fade.

”Yes, better than mining,” said Joe, thoughtfully. ”I say, why is he so precious fond of hunting about among the rocks at low-water?”

”I don't know. Is he?”

”Yes. I've watched him from my window several times. I can just look over that rocky stretch that's laid bare by the tide.”

”Why, you can't see much from there,” said Gwyn.

”Yes I can. I've got father's field-gla.s.s up, and I can see him quite plain. I saw him yesterday morning just at daylight. I'd been in father's room to give him his medicine, for his fever has been threatening to come back.”

”Trying to find a lobster or a crab or two.”

”People don't go lobstering with a hammer.”

”Expected to find a conger, then, and wanted the hammer to knock it down.”

Joe laughed.

”You've got to hit a conger before you can knock it down. Not easy with a hammer.”

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